User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20151015060553/@comment-1298206-20160125225717

''"Grimear" wasn't so sure. If he had learned anything from past experiences, it was never to ignore a hunch. Regardless, the hare lowered his blade slightly, but kept it clenched in his paw in the event that he could trust his instincts. He partially turned towards the direction of the setting sun, but winced at the brightness of the sun's last rays and turned away from it. He glanced at his young companion.'' "Best keep on." The hare captain began walking once more without waiting to see if Feffle would follow.